Revisiting my family’s visit, I’d have to say it was successful in that no one really pissed anybody off. Well, sort of. My older sister and her troupe came over one night and brought food with them. That was nice, but they barely ate any of it which lead me to believe that they had eaten before. Now, if you’re anything like me, you always put food before your friends and family, and knowing full well that if I had prepared a meal, they would not have eaten it and I’d be pissed, so I put out some humous and pita, fruit, cheese, vegetables and salad. They contributed roasted chicken and a gallon of potato salad which they didn’t eat. At least my nieces had some fruit and salad. I love feeding people because sharing food is like sharing love in my opinion. You know, eating and talking and laughing in the kitchen sort of thing. Which did kind of happen eventually. I learned some new things about my sister. I had always thought she wasn’t around when I was born, but in fact, she was and told a story about how she would pick me up from the babysitter’s and sneak past this old lady’s door cause she thought she was scary. I had always thought she remained in the West Indies until my parents moved to Canada. So I guess I have some editing to do on my mother’s story. I’ve never seen a picture from that time and no one had ever told me about it.
The morning before they left, they came by (well, most of them – my oldest niece went with her father to return the rental car to the airport super early and no, it made no sense to me at all) with coffee and Timbits (what, I don’t have coffee?) and of course, I was ready to make blueberry muffins but being the picky eaters they are, they weren’t keen on that so I forgot that idea. I know their intent was to not place a burden on me at all in entertaining them, but at the same time, it felt odd, you know?
And then my younger sister, who is also a picky eater, didn’t like the curry chicken (not spicy at all) and rice I made for them, but at the same time, she doesn’t tell me what she will eat but she doesn’t cook. Her son is also a picky eater like his mum. She’s always had an issue with food and is famous for pushing food around the plate eating only a few bites and snacks on crackers and granola bars. She’ll only buy mini cans of pop, too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her eat an entire meal. So I guess we all have our food issues in one way or another, eh? I’ll eat just about anything anyone puts before me. I have a broad range of tastes, I like anything from sushi to Malaysian to burgers. I’ll try anything once. My older sister seems convinced that eating from me will poison her but Costco food is okay and my younger sister doesn’t like food period. She’d rather buy takeout food and pick at it.
Speaking of Costco, I went out and bought Women, Food and God (great price) and I’m about 20 pages in. Mmmm. Very interesting. I’m nodding my head already. Last night, I had to stop and think, “Am I really hungry or am I just bored, what do I really want?” And you know what, the answers are coming.